The turning cop is on the grass
The pleasure garden's full at last
As little Annabelle Priestly with her dad and mum
Swings in hoops and roundabouts all in the sun
Everybody's happy doing as they please
Someone mentioned bedlock and I had to sneeze
Then he comes out, then he comes out
Mr. Lightning Strikerman
Then he comes out, then he comes out
Mr. Lightning Strikerman
You come out, you shroud behind your black cloud
To change all the scenery
Oh you put all your pleasure into changing the weather
And changing my mind about everything
Now freedom sheds his rays from the clouds above
Everybody's thoughts have now changed to love
A young heart is happiness and that's quite plain
He's just about to tell you and he starts again
How does it feel to command all the skies
To turn off the sunshine in everyone's eyes
How does it feel to command all the skies
To turn off the sunshine in everyone's eyes
The dampness of you soul is something rare
With nature displaying its colours you haven't got a care
And at the end of your fun, you bring out the sun
Then he comes out, then he comes out
Mr. Lightning Strikerman
Then he comes out, then he comes out
Mr. Lightning Strikerman
Flushing the skies with colours you created
You're blinding the people with powers that come from the sky
But they cannot reach you, for you are incredibly high
Mr. Lightning Striker
Mr. Lightning Striker
Mr. Lightning Strikerman
